She sighed, expression dry as ever.
"Your mouth," she said to Hori, eyes flicking back to the tablet.
"It's a calamity. Every time you speak, disaster follows."
Hori turned, half-offended, half-laughing. "That's not true!"
But on-screen, the referee was surrounded by protesting Arsenal players, his decision unmoved, and Vinícius was already dusting himself off, waiting for the ball.
Komi groaned, tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth.
"You actually jinxed it. She literally jinxed it."
Miranda didn't even look up.
"You should trademark it."
Hori slumped back on the couch as the tension in the broadcast climbed again, the sound of the Philadelphia crowd bleeding through the speakers.
The referee placed the ball on the spot, stepping back as the noise built into a storm.
The Hernandez living room fell silent.
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